The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

For Harry, the very regrettable thing is... his Galleons can't be used in human society at all!

Fortunately, Cyrus and Hermione are rich... so Harry's Galleon investment is not in vain?

"Why are all the delicious restaurants on the streets of England French restaurants?" Hermione was about to collapse, although she had no impression of local British cuisine except fried cod.

"If Napoleon knew, would he be happy or cry?"

Cyrus, wearing dark glasses, stands between Dumbledore and Hermione, the Headmaster and Harry holding bottles of apple-flavored marbles, his is Coca-Cola and Hermione's IRN-BRU .

"This is--so--water," he belched.

"Pumpkin soda can only be called pumpkin juice." Harry nodded in agreement, "Although it tastes good..."

The four of them were walking on the road. From a distance, it looked like an old man with three children basking in the sun on the side of the street. They walked slowly towards Privet Drive.

The most curious of them was Dumbledore. Whenever he asked why the museum had to be visited at night, Cyrus and Hermione were inscrutable and peaceful, while Harry was covering his mouth and snickering.

"I want to go to the beach too..." Harry said enviously after hearing the summer vacation plan of the president and vice president.

But he couldn't go anywhere. If it wasn't for Dumbledore's fault today, maybe he would have to finish the disgusting and boring sugar-free grapefruit at noon, and then go back upstairs to steal the cake.

steak?soda?Harry hated himself so much, he should have sat down at Hannah's Leaky Cauldron before going back.

Harry was talking angrily about Dudley's diet plan, which made him go without a full meal for a week during the summer vacation, and this kind of life still needs to be maintained until August? !

"I recommend canned fish...of course I don't mean British canned fish" Cyrus advises on his storage plan.

"Why not lunch meat?"

"Because he likes to eat fish..." Hermione squinted at her boyfriend, "Such as canned food such as small yellow croaker. If you are avoiding dieting, I suggest jam with dry bread."

But Cyrus was not convinced, it was obviously dried fish and canned food, and it would be more realistic to pair it with compressed biscuits. He looked at the extremely thin Harry, and he could almost compare with himself before he met Hermione.

Of course...of course he is grateful to Hermione and Granger for feeding~

"Wait a minute!" Dumbledore stood at the door of the Dursleys' house, grabbed Harry's hand that was holding the bag, "I almost forgot, you can't walk in like this..."

The precise non-marking stretching spell made the snack bag bottomless, then folded it and stuffed it into Harry's pocket, so Harry didn't have to worry about being discovered by them.

Dumbledore bent down, took the bottle he had already drunk but was reluctant to throw away, and looked at him with blue eyes. In Harry's view, it was a kind of apology and pain.

He couldn't understand.

"So... See you at the beginning of term, Professor?" Harry's right toe was twiddling on the carpet by the door.

"I hope...you can understand" Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but still said it. Although he had been learning about Harry's life, the intuitive feeling still made him a little unacceptable.

"It would be best if I could leave, but...you have a reason, right?" Harry tried to keep his tone calm, as if he never cared, "At least I only need to stay here for two months a year now "

He was like a traveler facing the mountains, he could imagine everything about his friends at the Dursleys' house, even if it wasn't his birthday, he could still use Hedwig to send letters now.

Godfather Blake is his shield in front of Vernon.

Cyrus reacted quickly and saw that the blinds on the second floor had been opened a crack, perhaps Vernon and Petunia heard Harry come back.

"If the deal can make him live better, that's enough." Dumbledore said softly beside Cyrus, but his eyes were fixed on the door, as if penetrating through the board, seeing everything that happened inside.

He couldn't imagine that Harry grew up in an environment without any family affection and love. If he didn't happen to be out today and wanted to visit him, it might have been even more painful.

Dumbledore's hands were clenched into fists in his sleeves, and there was a little fire in his eyes.

"But why don't you show something practical?" Hermione was a little dumbfounded when she saw a neighbor next to the Dursley's yard greet Dumbledore.

Obviously, Headmaster Dumbledore paid a lot of attention to Harry.

"Based on Lily's respect, we didn't choose to bother them." He tiredly supported Cyrus' shoulder and walked between them.

The attitude of the Dursleys towards wizards and magic is close to the degree of cleanliness: as long as there is a little bit of behavior that is not normal, it will arouse their anger and attention.

If Cyrus and Hermione hadn't brought Dumbledore into a little connection with the British Prime Minister, I'm afraid he still wouldn't be able to make substantial improvements to Harry, which is ideal on the one hand and reality on the other.

If they could, of course they would raise Harry well, but...they couldn't, Lily's love was not only for her son, but also for her family, even if this 'family' didn't recognize her.

"As they say, we are parties"

But fortunately, the two bystanders, Cyrus and Hermione, still extended a helping hand... Since Vernon cares more about the identity of ordinary people, let ordinary people negotiate.

When they reached the intersection of Privet Drive, a black special car stopped in front of them, and the person inside opened the door from the outside. He was wearing formal clothes, and his figure was much stronger than the average person, even a head taller.

He pursed his lips tightly and was meticulous, standing by the car door with his hands behind his back.

It was an invitation from the hosts of Downing Street, and it seemed they had been spotted for a long time.

"This is the Muggle... car? It's much better than the last time I sat in it." Dumbledore observed the appearance curiously. The last time was from 1940 to 1945.

"I hope you don't mind, my name is Chester King." The man politely shook hands with the three of them one by one, "The newly established special department... but I didn't expect the colleagues to be two underage children"

"I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, the British school of wizardry, Albus Dumbledore..."

Jin didn't want any misunderstandings between the three people who had an intersection with the Prime Minister. After Cyrus finally got on the car, he immediately gave a brief introduction, and hoped that these legendary 'wizards' would not feel unhappy for following them.

The special division refers to a testing step in the friendly cooperation between John and Cyrus.

"But it will be faster if we go there by ourselves." Hermione's fingers stroked the lines of the hanging ring, which she carried with her almost all the time now.

"I understand your... magical ability, but the museum has changed a lot now." Jin was very talkative, and he told the two of them in detail about the protection work of the museum at night.

John would go to this museum almost every night, but even if he bought it and divided it into a British history museum, he would come back every night. Once someone saw it, the impact would not be very good.

So whenever a fixed time at night, the outside is almost full of staff...

For example... the one who reads the newspaper under the street lamp in the middle of the night, the one who hides in the phone booth with a cup of coffee, and the one who sits in the car and doesn't speak while holding the phone.

By the time they arrived at the London Museum of History, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and Dumbledore frowned, his expression becoming more serious.

'really!They really built a building under the Muggle building! ’ It was hard for him not to guess that way.

But Agent Jin's voice in code words turned out to be Elvish?This unexpected operation made Cyrus a bit of a joke. He watched Jin knock on the door three times, with a light-heavy-light rhythm, and the side door was slowly opened.

Dumbledore felt a huge magical power, very ancient, very similar to the current Transfiguration Spell in some structures and perceptions, and he took out his wand vigilantly.

"What did you do?" he said sternly to both of them.

"Professor, today is the most official rendezvous, by the way...don't tell the Ministry of Magic." Cyrus pulled him into the barely tidy hall.

Probably because his attire was too eye-catching, everyone at the round table noticed Gan Dao in the gray robe for a while... Ah no, it was Albus Dumbledore, and the first to stand up was John May profit.

With a good-natured smile, he straightened his back and walked in front of the headmaster with dignity.

Behind him are the Big Three in Yalta, the First Consul of the First French Republic, the Monster of Corsica, and the first President of the United States, and the other is wearing a felt hat, carefully looking at the three people who came in.

This was the first time they had seen a representative of the wizarding world.

It was a closed train, with a tall and straight body like a shell. This was... a train passing through Germany from Switzerland and returning to Russia.

"It's a pleasure to meet... Let's get to know John Mayley, the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom"

Cyrus and Hermione stood aside, between the two of them, looking at Britain, the hands that could represent the two worlds were held together.

One hand is hot, passionate, and full of strength, the other is rough, powerful, and a little slow in response.

(I was fucked by my family... Grass, I won't stop updating, maybe there will be a little water, and the update speed will be slower, sorry... Dear friends)

(There is still a chapter to be written, later)